Wow everyone, I'm sorry. I haven't updated this in three months, I think. I kind of lost my muse. But now I'm back, and I plan to get this thing goin yet again. You know when people say that your life can be the biggest inspiration for stories? Well, It's true.

I know this update is short and vague, but that's the point.

Take away the sensation inside
Bitter sweet migraine in my head
Its like a throbbing tooth ache of the mind
I can't take this feeling anymore

Flashing, strobing, penetrating lights. Why were they circling around him in this obscure manner? Hell if the blonde knew, his eyes were pasted together with what he swore was the result of an Axel prank. He had only known the guy for considerably two days; enough to know that someone of his character would be one for a laugh regardless. The thin fleshy lids spread apart with no effort at all despite the heavy sensation placed upon them. The lights struck through his optics, sending a jolt through his muscles and a spasm provoked bony fingers to grasp onto...metal. there was no way getting around that the mattress Roxas had fallen asleep on was no longer beneath him. He didn't have the patience for this bullshit.

The room seemed normal enough, what he knew of it. Axel was nowhere to be seen, or felt since that eyebrow raising joke he told about raping the lightbulb. There was one in the corner of the room, and its sudden appearance produced a confused guttural growl in return.

"Ey, firecrotch. You still creeping up in here?"

Silence. Not even a shuffle, no hint of movement. If this was the rest of the joke it wasn't funny anymore. Roxas was sober, unoccupied, and tired. This wasn't the time, was far from the place to go through this.

"Axel...Fine, fuck it. I'll find you and play your damn game."

The room was small enough. This would have been simple. If he hadn't taken that hop off the bed only to discover that a floor no longer existed. This had to be a dream. Either that or he was injected with some hallucinogen yet again. With arms shaking from grasping onto the bed's corner with sweating palms, a failed effort to raise his weakened body sent him cascading into a black pit for what seemed to go on and on before slamming face first into a very familiar and slightly foul smelling liquid. Upon expelling what has found its way into his mouth, Roxas gave a shriek realizing he was swimming around in blood. This place was pitch black.

He sputtered more out and swam around in the sea of hemoglobin, occasionally grasping an organ by mistake and tossing it off to the side. They never made a sound of dropping anywhere. After what seemed like there was no chance of escape left, Roxas came upon a rather miniscule vent opening that was barely enough for him to crawl through. But inside things were dry, and that was good enough for him.

Crawling through darkened tubes into a location unknown.

Suddenly, a tunnel of light.

Tearing open the meshy vent opening, he peered in to find Axel casually perched on a ledge, waiting for something...or someone by the sight of it. He stared straight at the wall, giving out a chuckle as he spoke.

"Well then. Took you long enough."

Long enough?

He was in charge of presenting this sick joke?

The rage built up, and he didn't care what happened next.

Flashing a snarl at the redhead, Roxas hopped out of the ventilation system and charged at the other's lanky frame with no notion of stopping. Right before connecting balled fist to pale cheeks, Axel flashed a small pocket knife and struck it right through Roxas's chest.

The puppet finally had his strings cut.

The pain stung as it mixed with his own fluid flowing through his shirt. The blonde dropped to his knees, choking on what seeped from his mouth. Misty cerulean optics peered upwards in a questioning form, and Axel merely shook his head with a grin.

"Now Roxas...Now, now you're vulnerable enough."

"Pf...w-what?!"

No worded response, but after realizing that he really was vulnerable, Roxas retaliated with nothing but shocked cries as Axel reached for the blonde's bloodied shorts and began to tug at them, quickly removing the clothing in a matter of seconds.

So he really wasn't lying about the charges. What he had done to others wasn't a bluff. And there he was, lying down with no strength to fight back.

Eventually, Roxas laid on the floor entirely naked, knife still deep in his chest. He gasped, and gasped, and gasped. But his lungs burned like acid.

Was this really how things were going to end for him? No more family, no friends, nothing to call his own except for a scarred and violated body? This was how his life slipped away.

His eyelids fluttered as his chest gave a final heave along with a scream.

And then Roxas woke up.

Drain the pressure from the swelling,
This sensations overwhelming,
Give me a long kiss goodnight
and everything will be alright
Tell me that I won't feel a thing
So give me Novacaine